Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tajikistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bauhaus to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Hot Snakes,
Prince Buster,
Neu!,
Erykah Badu,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joensuu 1685,
Lebanon Hanover,
Toni Rubio,
Chris & Cosey,
EPMD,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cure,
John Lydon,
The Gun Club,
Skriet,
Negative Approach,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stereo Dub,
Alice Coltrane,
Joy Division,
Minutemen,
The Modern Lovers,
Q65,
Flash Fearless,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Yaz,
Patti Smith,
LL Cool J,
Alison Limerick,
The Searchers,
Ornette Coleman,
Amazonics,
Fluxion,
Mantronix,
the Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Hood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chrome,
UT,
The Birthday Party,
Flamin' Groovies,
June of 44,
Archie Shepp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Victims,
Audionom,
Camouflage,
Dual Sessions,
Section 25,
New Age Steppers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pole,
Susan Cadogan,
Pulsallama,
Slick Rick,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.